WREN’S POV
Alpha Ronan’s fingers slid from my jaw, trailing down the column of my throat like a whisper, his touch igniting sparks beneath my skin. My pulse raced wildly and I swore he could feel it, the way his thumb brushed over the base of my neck, lingering just above his mark.
“Look at you” he murmured, his voice low and thick, the kind of tone that made your knees weak and your mind blank. “I barely touched you, and you’re already trembling for me”
I bit my lip, trying to steady my breathing, but it was impossible with him so close. He tilted his head, his stormy eyes locked on mine the corner of his mouth twitching in depravit.
He knows what he is doing to me and he is enjoying himself for bringing out the worst in me. Fu k I’m glad he was my mate.
“Tell me” he said softl
